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When a Barn Owl sings

(This is a story based upon my mom and the legend she told me about the barn owls. This has some real events (as the characters in the story talk their about grandma's death.) This isn't me in the story, think of any other character or think of Candy and or me if you so wish.)

As I lay in my bed, reading a book with the lamp next to me, I look at the clock. "Ten PM..." I said quietly. I closed my book and set it on my counter as I waited for my mom to come. My mom and I shared a room ever since I was a child and since then I was never able to sleep alone, so I would always wait. I heard my door open and my mom stepped in with her eyes full of tears. This was normal, ever since grandma died mom would pray to her. There hasn't been a day were she hasn't. I got up and I laid her down on the bed. I reached over and put the blanket on her. As I was about to step out of the room to get her a cup of water I heard her say something barely audible. I turn to her, and see her looking up at the ceiling, eyes mixed with rage and sadness. "What was that, mom?" I asked quietly. "That damn bird..." She said with the most hatred I had ever heard her say in, but yet she was quiet. I came to a thought that my bird had done something. "Did my pigeon do something, mom?" I asked looking at her. "No... That owl did something..." She said quietly. Owls? There are no owls here. "Mom, theres no owls on the island, you know that." I said trying to reassure her. "Yes there is... I know what it sounds like, and that was it..." She said calming down. "Ok, listen, I'm going to get you a cup of water, you just wait here." I said looking at her once more, and then I stepped out of the room. I went to the cabinets and grabbed a cup and filled up with water. I noticed a small glow in the living room and realized mom probably left her phone. I went into the phone and picked it up and was about to take it with me, until I saw something. Something looking at me from a branch. I went to the window and saw red glowing eyes looking directly into mine. They were hypnotic, I couldn't look away, no matter how much I wanted to. They pierced into my soul. Once I was able to look away from the glowing eyes, I tried to see as much detail as I could. It was an owl. And the eyes only seemed to be glowing by the reflection of the moon. But how could that be? I knew just as much as the next person that there was no owls in the island. As I lean in to the window to look closer, I realize it was a barn owl. But my question stood, what was it doing here? I saw it get into a position. It was ready to take off. The moment it jumped from the branch it let out a terrifying screech. It scared me enough to jump back from the window. It screeched as it flew over my house, and after a couple of seconds, it was gone. I just stared at the window, wondering. I went back to my room where I found my mom crying again. It was at that moment I remembered what mom had told me about barn owls. I was a child at the time, and I was terrified of the story. But I remembered. "Did you hear that?..." She said quivering. "That was what I heard 2 days before grandma died...". She cried lightly, as I remembered every word she had told me. 'Whenever a barn owl is heard at night, there is only bad luck coming. Someone is on the verge of death, or someone could get very sick. Even yourself is danger if a barn is heard.' She said to me as she held me in her arms. 'Why does it do that, mommy?' I said, at the time I was terrified, thinking I would hear it, and I did. 'I guess thats what happens every time.... a Barn Owl sings.'